Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.